Well I have now well and truly moved living quarters. A couple of Saturdays ago I slung the miscellaneous possessions that constitute my material existence in the back of the truck and with the help of my Dad, moved them to where I am now. That being in Bayswater. I’m also now working three days a week doing Helpdesk work, which means I’m not getting paid the equivalent of a full-time job, but I’d have to be a bit of a bastard to complain about having four days a week off. I’ve settled in pretty well so far and I’m getting into a reasonable consciousmess/unconsciousness routine, unpacked everything and got all my jiggers set up, I’ve even worked out a reasonable route to get to and from work.
I’ve also taken the liberty of indulging in some of the various opportunities afforded by living in a different locale. I’ve vistited some friends, checked out some markets, made some new friends, caught up with others that I haven’t seen in years… it’s all been good.
Now that I’ve secured myself a regular income, the near future should involve me upgrading my mechanical steed to something with a significantly more impressive power to weight ratio, a purchase I’m looking forward to immensely. I’ve also had to procure myself another few less exciting items in order to survive life in the concrete jungle, particularly things like neckties, an iron, ironing board, cleaning products and a small army of penguins with rocket propelled devices of virulent destruction strapped to their mind-controlled backs.
Things seem to be pretty good.